6 comments/ 91798 views/ 4 favorites Brenda's Story By: sharedhousewife I helped my dearest girlfriend, Brenda, write the story of her introduction to the shared wife lifestyle to give her perspective on this subject and another wife's version of being shared and watched by her husband as she fucks and sucks other men; from brother to friends and strangers. I thought maybe my readers would enjoy some different characters. Donna ************************ I found out that Art was home from a long distance haul one weekend, and before he went back, we spent a lot of time making out and talking. As we were talking and he was "feeling me up," he put my hand on his hard cock (it must have been about 7-8" long, and it felt great. I stroked it and loved doing it for him. He made me cum many times by fingering me. Over the next two years, we carried on a long distance relationship while he was on the road. He asked me to send him sexy pictures of myself so he could take care of himself by looking at them and thinking of me. That turned me on, so I sent him some very sexy pictures of me in only my panties. We got married and within a year, our sex life started going down hill. He started asking me if I would ever consider being with another man so he could watch me make love. I thought he was kidding, but as we made love, he got really excited talking about it and that started turning me on! That went on for a few weeks, and then he started asking me to dress sexy when we went out, and I did it for him. I liked the attention, and I've been told that I have a real "walking wet dream" body. At fifty years old with two adult sons, my friends say I looked forty with large natural breasts and a dancer's legs. I love to dance and keep them in good shape, shaved and silky smooth. After a couple of times out, Art asked me to try flirting with other guys. I did, and it was exciting! I would "accidentally" brush up against them, touching their crotches and letting them "touch" me. It was a lot of fun, but it never went any further. Art and I would discuss it as we made love, and we both got very excited. Then one day, he asked me if I wanted to go farther with a guy. I told him no, especially not with a stranger. He then told me that he would love to see me flirt with his friend, John. By this time I had known John for a couple of years, and I liked him, but I would never think of him "that way." Art then told me that his friend had the biggest cock he had ever seen. He said it was over 10" long and very thick. I told him that he was full of shit. He then told me that he noticed John looking at me when I had on a short skirt or low cut top, and he could see John's big cock get really hard, and John would try to hide it. I told him that I had never noticed it. Art asked me to wear a mini skirt and sexy top, with no bra or panties tomorrow night when John was over for a cookout. I said I would just to prove him wrong. I work as an office manager for a group of eight men and am the only woman in the office. I have worn suggestive clothing before and never taken a situation past innocent flirting or compliments regarding my legs or sexy top. That next day, I showered and slipped on a halter top with no bra and a very tiny, white, summer tennis skirt that stopped just a few inches below my upper thighs. As I looked in the mirror, I thought to myself, "God Brenda, You're Hot!" Just about that time, Art came in and whistled and said that I would have his friend's cock busting out of his shorts, and he hugged me and played with my nipples, making them hard. Then he brushed his finger up my skirt and slid them over my pussy lips. He said that I was already getting wet just thinking about John's giant cock. I told him that I was not, and I still didn't believe it was as big as he said it was. A few minutes later, John arrived and just stared at my figure and legs. Art said he had to run to work for an hour or so and would be back soon, and for John to make himself at home. I didn't know Art was leaving, but it sounded okay to me. John sat on the easy chair, and I sat across from him, letting my skirt hike up to just below my pussy, which was now getting very wet. John stood up and walked over to me and asked me if I knew that ever since we had all met, Art had wanted us to "get together" so he could watch. I said I didn't know that, but that we sometimes talked about him and how "big" he was. He laughed and said that Art told him that I didn't believe it was as big as he had said. John then stood right in front of my face and told me to feel it. I had already noticed it was hard and looked awfully large, so I reached up and felt it. God, it was huge! It must have been 10" and really thick. I stroked it, and it got bigger and bigger. John then asked me if I believed them now, and all I could say was that I had to see it first. John slid his shorts off, and there it was, a giant hard cock. The biggest I had ever seen or felt. John asked me if I wanted a little taste, and I said that I really shouldn't, until Art got back and wanted to watch us. I do love him, you know! John said that he knew and he would never interfere with our marriage, but if Art wanted John and I to get together every once and a while, he thought that would be just great. As he said this, he pushed his huge cock towards my mouth until it touched my lips. I kissed it and slowly opened my mouth to accept as much of his fantastic cock as I could. John slid it in and out as I sucked. It was so great! Then John slid down and knelt in front of me so that his tongue was at my pussy lips, and he started licking and sucking. God, it was driving me crazy! John told me he wanted to fuck my sweet little pussy with his big cock, and I told him that he couldn't until Art said it was okay. John didn't care, and he flipped me over and pressed his cock-head against my pussy lips. He pushed, and as it made its way in, I screamed because it hurt, and then it soon felt really good. He continued pushing until it was buried in my once little tight pussy, but now it was stretched out so big. He completely filled me up and then some! He fucked my brains out, and when we both came, he filled my pussy with his cum. After that, he licked me clean and asked if I liked it. I told him that I hoped that Art wanted us to do this all the time and that was why he left us alone. Just then I heard the car and I knew that Art was home. I hoped he would never find out that we did anything before he was here to watch. After some small talk, Art asked John if he liked my outfit, and John said that he did, but he liked it better with his cock in my mouth. I couldn't believe he said that! Art then asked if John already had me, and I said that I couldn't wait, because it was so big and I wanted it badly. Then John announced to Art that he intended to fuck me any time he wanted, and there was nothing Art could do about it, because I needed his big cock and Art's wasn't big enough to take care of me any more. Art asked me if it was true, but before I could answer, John grabbed my hand and put it on his now hard cock and told me to play with it. I did as he told me, and Art asked if I liked that, and I said yes. John then pushed my head down and told me to show my husband how much I liked to have my mouth fucked by a "real" cock. I did, and as I did, I saw Art rubbing his own cock. He really did like to watch! I smiled, and I've been taking care of both of them for over five years now. Now Art helps me dress sexy and then flirt with strangers, or John will come over and give me what I need. Late last spring my husband's younger brother came to stay for a couple of weeks. It was nothing new for him to stay at our place in Ventana Lakes. He comes about once a year, but this year something was different. I walked in from work the day he arrived, and found him and my husband talking in the family room. I walked over and gave him a hug and a kiss hello. I couldn't help but notice his jeans were tight and showed that he had a hard erection - my weakness. I had a beer with them, then excused myself and headed for the shower. I didn't have to work the next day, and after my shower, I joined the guys as they were making plans to go out. I couldn't keep my eyes off our visitor. I could feel my pussy getting wetter every time he looked at me. After they left, I made up my mind that I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. The next day was going to be mine! I made up the couch for Jim to sleep on and headed to bed. The next morning after my husband left for work, I took off my nightshirt and headed into the family room. I saw our guest sleeping on the couch. The blankets were rumpled, and I could see that he was sleeping in the nude. I could feel my nipples get hard as I looked over the uncovered parts of his body. My heart was racing as I moved across the room. As I got closer, I could see the head of his cock just under the edge of the sheet. I almost turned away when he opened his eyes and looked at me. When our eyes met I knew there was no turning back. I walked over to him and kneeled down beside him. My hands were shaking as I reached under the sheet and felt his cock. It grew as I stroked it. I leaned over and whispered, "Would you like me to suck your cock?" His eyes answered me, and I set to work on him. He pulled back the covers, and I made my way down his chest, kissing and love-nipping down to his massive cock. My pussy was dripping wet, and as soon as he reached down and started to rub me between my legs, I couldn't hold back. I came hard! I screamed out as he put his fingers inside me. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and began to make small, fast circles on the tip. His moans told me he liked blow-jobs. I don't mean to brag, but I really enjoy sucking cock, and I've been told I give great head. I began to play with his balls as I continued to suck and lick his cock. I slowly slid his shaft into my mouth and let my tongue flutter like a butterfly on the underside. When I deep-throated him, I came again! I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat, and I licked his balls when I got to the base of his cock. I pulled back slowly as I sucked hard. When I got to the head, I started to pump his cock with one hand while I rubbed his anus with the other. I guess that was all he could take, because soon, I could feel his hot jism shooting down my throat. At that point, he pulled me down on the couch, rolled up my nightshirt and began to suck my tits. My nipples were hard and sticking out. It felt so good to have them played with and sucked on by a man other than my husband. His hands were busy playing with my clit and pussy. I came again as he finger-fucked me. I wanted that too, because he had grown hard again, and it didn't take long for him to guide his manhood into my wet eager pussy. I cried out in pleasure as he began to fuck me. Spreading my legs wide for him, I could hardly handle his size, but soon we were fucking hard. We started out with me on top, but before we were done, I was on my knees on the carpet with him entering me from behind. We fucked for hours! We ended with him fucking me in the ass. I hadn't had sex that good in a long time. His cock stayed hard and showed no signs of slowing down. I suggested that we head into the shower for some more fun. Jim was all for that! With the warm water running over us, I sucked him off again. I didn't stop at his cock this time. I moved around his balls and began to lick his anus as I pumped his shaft. He came, shooting his load against the side of the shower wall. We spent the rest of the afternoon finding ways of pleasuring each other in my bedroom. We finished up before my husband got home from work. My husband and I had talked about having another three-way before, but I wasn't sure that he really wanted it to happen, especially with his brother. I headed out to the grocery store and told the guys that I'd be back in an hour. When I got home, I found the guys soaking in the hot tub. I told them I'd join them after I put the groceries away. I returned with only my towel wrapped around me. I figured now was the time to see if the three-way was going to happen. I looked at the guys for a reaction, and when I saw smiles on both faces, I dropped the towel and climbed in. I sat down between them and waited. It didn't take long until I could feel hands under the water reaching out and rubbing my legs and finding their way to my pussy. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I came twice while they played with me! I opened my eyes and was surprised to find that it was our guest who was busy at work, while my husband sat back and watched. I looked over at my husband and he was all smiles. He sat on the edge of the tub as I gave him a wifely blowjob. Before he came, he made sure that his brother was able to see my mouth full of his hard cock. As he shot his wad, I felt my pussy being filled up with cock. I swallowed one cock while the other was fucking me from behind. I was in heaven! Once we had all come, I suggested that we head for the king-size bed. It didn't take long for three naked bodies to make their way to the bed. Our three-way continued for the rest of the night. I sucked, fucked, and enjoyed having two men take me in every position imaginable. That night was the beginning of a whole new love life for me. Since that time, I've enjoyed many partners, and will always be grateful for the vacation that brought our guest to me that year. We saw a lot more of Jim after his divorce and his moving back to Arizona. He seemed to be at loose ends, and Art and I were very supportive of him and he spent a lot of time at our house. He was a poor cook, so he was frequently a dinner guest, and we often included him when we went out to dinner, sometimes to a supper club where there was dancing. Jim was attractive and he was very attentive to me; sometimes it was even embarrassing. He was clearly attracted to me and I enjoyed the attention, encouraging it at times even to the extent of mild flirting. I would give him a view of my legs as I shifted in my chair, or sitting down. He would blush when I caught him looking up my thighs. Even though we had fucked that one time he visited us a couple of years earlier, we were like new acquaintances. When we were out for dinner where there was dancing, they took turns dancing with me. When I danced with Jim, he would gradually hold me close, bringing our bodies together. There were times when I could feel his erection as he held me closely and I would think about the time he fucked me. My husband noted how close we were dancing, and he commented on it later, but I just laughed and said he needed a little excitement. But I said, "He's never tried to seduce me again!" I knew he wouldn't hesitate a minute if I encouraged him. He said something about my giving him an erection, so I started teasing him, asking Art if he would like Jim to make love to me, saying if would be charitable of him to offer me to his brother, since he wasn't getting much sex these days. I told him it would just be sex, not love, and I continued to tease him. But I reassured him, saying I loved him, and was just teasing. Everything changed one night. We had dinner out with lots of wine and after dinner drinks, then some dancing, finally home where Art surprised us with a very explicit video, a sexual odyssey involving two men and one woman. The three of us were on the couch, me sitting between them, enjoying a night cap as we viewed the video. I began to get aroused, watching the video and being very relaxed from the drinks. Then the two of them began working on me, taking turns kissing me, soon caressing me. I thought what's going on, as they took turns stroking my breasts, and soon they had their hands on my legs, and were pushing my dress up. I began protesting, but they ignored my protests, continuing to arouse me. I thought of making them stop, but I decided to wait a bit to see where this was going. I didn't have to wait long before Art unzipped my dress, pulling it down, and it wasn't long before he removed my bra, exposing my breasts. At the same time, Jim had worked my dress up above my stocking tops up to my panties. I was aroused, but I was also alarmed at what was happening. Were they just having fun, fueled by the drinks and the explicit movie, or were they thinking of doing it to me again? How far did my husband want to carry this? Were they trying to seduce me? They swung me up on the sofa, Art holding my shoulders down, kissing and stroking my breasts. Jim worked my dress and slip up under me, pushing them up to my waist. My sheer panties were exposed above my stocking tops and garter belt. I thought this is getting serious, did they intend to fuck me? But I didn't know if they would go that far. I didn't think my husband would let his brother do it to me again, but I was worried, and I was also aroused by the stroking, kisses, and caresses by these two men. By this time Jim had opened my thighs, getting between them and kissing his way up to the narrow band of my panties. I moaned as he moved the crotch aside and used his mouth and tongue on my labia, which were now very moist. It was so erotic what these two were doing to me. I was trembling and I was getting weaker, more and more aroused. I thought this had gone far enough, but it seemed they had no intention of stopping. But before I could protest, Jim had worked my panties from under my hips and pulled them off. I closed my legs and said, "You have to stop, this has gone far enough, and I can't believe the two of you are doing this to me again." I looked at Art and said, "I am your wife, why are you letting your brother do this to me? He is family!" But he just smiled and kissed me, holding me as Jim spread my legs and again got between them, once more bringing his mouth and tongue to my vagina. As he was moving his tongue in me, I tried to rise up, but Art was holding my shoulders down. Was he holding me so his brother could take me? Was he planning to give his own wife to another man, watching another man put it in me and fuck me? I couldn't believe he would do that with his brother again. But he did nothing to stop this from happening, and when Jim moved his tongue to my clitoris, I was beginning to lose it. As he continued using his tongue on me, I knew I was about to come, unable to do anything but open my legs further as my climax approached. I was moaning continuously, overcome by an intense orgasm which wracked my body, causing me to cry out, my whole body shaking. I lay with my eyes closed, my legs open, my body drained. I was barely aware that they had undressed, until I felt Jim move up, mounting me, and looked down to see his very large cock aimed at me. I tried to close my legs, but I was so weak that he easily spread them wide, preparing to enter me. I felt helpless! I looked at Art again, but he smiled and nodded, clearly giving me permission to be fucked by Jim, and still holding my shoulders down, holding my arms above my head, kissing me and cutting off my protests. I thought okay, I was done protesting, done trying to rise up and stop this. Also I was so aroused, so overcome with passion, that I had no will to resist. If this was what he wanted, if he wanted to watch his own wife taken and entered by his brother, if he wanted to watch me being fucked by him, then I would let him. I was helpless anyway, and I surrendered, letting my legs fall fully open, giving myself to him. This was what they wanted and they had set me up. Finding me compliant, he took his cock in his hand and directed it to my swollen vulva. I lifted my legs, bending my knees and opening myself to him as he pushed firmly, stretching me, beginning to penetrate me. Gripping my hips, he pushed more firmly, and I cried out as the head of his cock entered me. I almost came at that moment! He continued moving into me, stretching me more, his cock pressing forward till he completely filled me, pushing firmly against me cervix, and I cried out again. Brenda's Story Ch. 01 It was getting towards the end of the evening at The Crown. In fact last orders had already been called and we were contemplating having one more drink before heading home. We were sitting at a table in the corner, our usual spot. It was Friday night. We always met up on Friday nights for a drink together, the four of us. As was usual this time of the evening, the men had managed to manoeuvre the conversation round to their pet subject. "I'm only saying," said James, "that for some couples, it's an integral part of their relationship." "Hmm, funny relationship... wanting to be spanked," his wife, Lisa said. "Everybody's different, babe," he said to Lisa, who was sitting next to him and opposite me. "Just because it doesn't appeal to you, doesn't mean that others don't like it... or that it's wrong!" "Didn't say it was, clever-dick! And I'm not so naive to think that everybody thinks the same as I do. I'm just saying - before you get any funny ideas into your head - that it's not for me." "Hard luck, mate," said Brian, my husband, who was sitting next to me, grinning like a Cheshire cat into his pint. And then, looking at me: "And what about you, Bren... any thoughts?" "Not really." "Nah, course not." He looked across the table at Lisa and James and winked. "Brenda even thinks the missionary position's a bit kinky!" I kicked his ankle. "Shut up!" Anyway, you should talk, mister." "Me?" "Yes, you!" I felt myself blushing, or perhaps I was just aglow with too many Bacardi Breezers. I was never comfortable with this kind of ribald banter, even after a few drinks, and I hated jokes at my expense. But, oh yes, I had thoughts all right... I just didn't have the nerve to talk about them like some people. It was kind of... not taboo exactly, just difficult to come to terms with and open up about, that sort of thing. Anyway, I'd hate it if anyone thought of me as a pervert, or even a bit kinky. But I had occasionally wondered what it would be like to be spanked, as part of a sex game or something, or perhaps even do it to somebody else. I'd read about it in a woman's magazine once and it got me thinking. At first I thought, crumbs, that's a bit weird. Why would anyone want to be spanked? But I found the thought of being spanked kind of provocative, if you know what I mean, but in a nice way. It made me think about it maybe a bit more than I should. And then I heard myself saying... "Why would anyone want to do that sort of thing anyway?" "Why do people do anything?" Brian said, looking at me, kind of accusingly. "How long's a piece of string? Why did the chicken cross the road? And by the way, Bren... you've gone all red." "Leave her alone, bully," said Lisa, winking at me. "Thanks, hun." I said. Lisa always stuck up for me when I was being picked on. She was a good mate as well as a lifelong friend. "We're all different," said James. "It's what makes the world go round." "Well, I certainly couldn't imagine doing it to Brian, the big lump" I said, getting into the spirit. "He'd kill me for sure if ever he got across my lap." "Oh, cheers!" said Brian, making a face. "Anyway, I thought it was meant to be us blokes what did the spanking." "Not always, Brian," said James. "Women like to do it to." "Oh really," said Lisa, sarcastically. "Trust me," said James, tapping the side of his nose. "Some women love it!" "How would you know, you daft sod?" Lisa gave her husband the look that said: Is there something I'm missing here? Brian and I laughed quickly to relieve the sudden tension between Lisa and James at that moment. Fortunately it worked. Spanking, as a sexual fetish, had never been in our repertoire of bedroom games - me and Brian that is - even in the early days when we were slim, more physically attractive and active. In fact, now I thought about it... Brian and I never had a repertoire... or played games for that matter, well, not the bedroom kind. That sort of thing just never occurred to us. I supposed all relationships got a bit stale after a while and that's why people sometimes indulged in things like spankings and dressing up... to kind of spice things up, a break from routine. With us, it was just normal loving sex (most of the time) - or was – and only after the light had been switched off. Yet it was a fact that I indulged in the occasional fantasy. But afterwards I'd always kind of feel guilty about it. I suppose, if I'm honest, I would like to have been a naughty girl sometimes (girl..? - that's a laugh, I was 39 next month), do something outrageous and daring. I just didn't have the nerve. It always seemed to be other people who were able to have naughty sex, and do it with a light heart too. At least, that was the impression I got from certain people at work. I wasn't unhappy exactly. I loved my Brian, even though sometimes he irritated the life out of me. And we were blessed with three lovely teenage boys who were good kids on the whole. We thought the world of them. But, as I said, it would've been nice to do something a bit more off-the-wall occasionally. I didn't want to admit to any of this in front of Lisa and James, of course. They were our best and oldest friends, but I couldn't open up about that sort of thing. They'd never let me live it down. To be perfectly honest, I couldn't even bear the thought of discussing it with Brian. I suppose I'd always wanted him to think of me as being pure and innocent, the girl he married, and not someone who had unsavoury thoughts. And I supposed we were just too staid and set in our ways now anyway. The time for all that had somehow just passed us by. And also I think it's possible that a person is just too close to their partner to be able to admit to certain things for fear of ridicule, of what they might think. "Ooh, what's got into you? You've never mentioned that before? You're not getting kinky in your old age, are you?" Like as if you've suddenly become a rampant pervert or something overnight after years of virtual abstinence. Anyway, to actually plan something like a spanking session in the cold light of day (or night), would surely take the edge off the main event when it came to it... wouldn't it? Especially with the children to work round. That made it virtually impossible to indulge in anything remotely connected with sex, let alone spanking, what with them coming and going all hours. I've always thought fantasies were delicate things, like bubbles blown from a child's wand. If you just watch and enjoy them for what they are - rainbow coloured dreams floating on the air, sustained for a moment in time by your hope and belief - you are rewarded with a sense of well-being and happiness. If you reach out to grab one and touch it... pop! No more bubble... and no more dream! A fantasy is something best kept to your own private moments, not bandied about to be tarnished and cheapened. Well, there you go, that's me getting all philosophical, silly old girl. Putting into practice what you think about in your head isn't always a good thing. To be honest, although I was curious about spanking and the thought of being hauled up over the knee of some roguish but good-looking stranger kind of excited me in fantasy, in reality sensibility would inevitably kick in and cool my ardour, especially if I imagined seeing myself in that situation and thinking how ridiculous I looked. Imagine it... a mature woman way past her sell-by date with flabby bits and bum dimples lying in an undignified position across somebody's knee wasn't a particularly fetching image, let alone an erotic one... at least it wasn't to my mind. In fact, the more I did think about it, the more absurd it all seemed. There's nothing quite like reality for spoiling one's fun. And you only have to imagine your own children catching you 'at it' to pour on the cold water. "Well?" said James. "Anymore for anymore before they close the bar?" We all agreed to a last drink, even though I knew I'd personally had enough. But it had been a good night on the whole and I didn't want to be a killjoy at the last knockings. When Brian and James had gone to the bar to get the round, Lisa smiled at me and then laughed. "Men! What are they like? Always thinking with their balls." We'd been friends since schooldays, over 30 years in fact, and I still loved the way her eyes creased up when she smiled. Some things never changed. "Don't they ever talk about anything else?" I said. "Football." she said, laughing again. "And fishing... Oh, that's a point. Look, Bren..." she paused, thinking for a moment. "As the lads are going off fishing this weekend, why don't you stay over with me on Saturday night? The kids are away, and yours are old enough to leave for a night. We can get a takeaway in, have a bottle of wine... we could rent a DVD or something?" "Oh, I don't know, Lisa. I've a few things to catch up on." "Like what, for God's sake? Switch off for once and loosen up, Bren! Come on, it'll be fun. I fancy some company this weekend. We can have a right laugh with the men not around. We can reminisce about old times." I still wasn't sure, I had been planning to pop over to see Mum, take her shopping, and she always looked forward to me coming round for a couple of hours. "Hey, Bren..." Lisa was patting the back of my hand now and her speech was slurring. "Remember how we used to fool around when we were younger - when we were still at school? I don't mean like in school. But after, when we were supposed to be doing homework, in your bedroom." "You mean, like when we used to kind of 'wrestle' each other?" "Yeah... only it was more like hump each other!" "We used to call it wrestling, though," I said, smiling fondly at the memory. "Yeah, I know. I think we both realised it wasn't really wrestling though." "Yeah, it was just a name to stop us feeling guilty." "How sweetly naïve we were then." I wanted to say, "Or maybe we weren't naïve at all," but I didn't. Lisa drank the remains of her gin and tonic, took the slice of lemon out, and started chewing on it. "It was just messing about." She spat the pips back into the glass. "Hmm, I guess it was," I said. "Although, I still think about it sometimes..." "Do you? About what? About the messing about, or just being young and carefree?" "Both, if I'm honest." "You sound all wistful." "It's just time, isn't it? The years and that - the way it all goes so quick - all those things we did so long ago." "We had dreams then - most of them unfulfilled." "Oh, I don't know," I said, thinking about how our lives had turned out. "We both got married, didn't we? We always used to talk about getting married and buying our own house. That was something we both wanted, and to have children, have a family and a home. We've managed that at least." "And we're still married, come to that, to the same person. Well, not the same person, but you know what I mean. I suppose that's something these days." "It certainly is. But I sometimes wonder if that's all life amounts to?" "Isn't that enough?" "Yeah, sometimes. But you must know what I mean?" "Yeah, I suppose I do, if I'm honest." Lisa twirled her empty glass around between her fingers, thinking. "Do you remember when we tried kissing each other, just to practise our technique for when we went out with boys?" "God, don't remind me," I said. "And how we both kind of recoiled the first time we used our tongues." "Don't go there." "You said, "Let's try French-kissing." "Did I?" "You did." "God, how embarrassing is that?" "I thought it was quite nice actually, once we got over the shock of what tongues against tongues felt like." "Hmm..." I looked away from her eyes, suddenly embarrassed. Through the window I could see the occasional car splashing down the street, headlights illuminating the cascades of raindrops that were now falling. It was a humid summer night. The air needed freshening, the rain was welcome in a way, a kind of respite from the sudden tension I felt inside me. I had that strange sensation again, a bit like when I read the story about spanking in my magazine. A sense of curiosity. "I enjoyed it too... much more than I should admit actually." I looked back at her. Her smile had faded into something wistful and reflective, as if something had chimed inside, as if in a moment of regret at something missed, lost, possibly irretrievable, something unfulfilled. I felt it necessary to fill the sudden void between us: "I didn't see anything wrong at the time. We were just larking about. That's all it was." "Are you sure that's all it was?" said Lisa, still with that look on her face. "Oops! Look out," I said, breaking the spell – or was it bursting the bubble? "James and Brian are on their way back with the drinks." What was it about men? Their timing was always so damned inconvenient. (...continued in Part Two...) Brenda's Story I had never been so filled, so impaled as I was now. Also, I didn't understand why my husband allowed me to be taken by his brother again, to be used by him. He began moving in me, moving slowly at first, taking a lot of time with me. I forgot about my husband, as my whole being was centered around this huge cock filling me, moving in and out of me. I was flushed and trembling as he continued. I had never been so overcome with passion as I was now. This erotic situation was lifting me to heights I didn't think possible; I was so wet that his stroking into me was audible, making sucking and pumping sounds that we could hear. He began thrusting faster, punishing me with his cock, pushing powerfully into me. I clutched him as I felt my orgasm approaching. When I felt him swelling even more I cried out shrilly, my climax full upon me, my body twisting and jerking with the power of my release. This triggered his orgasm and he groaned, ejaculating into me, and I could feel his semen spurting against my cervix, carrying me along, my orgasm going on and on until he drained himself in me. When his cock finally softened, he moved out of me and I just lay there spread legged, our juices draining from me. Before I recovered, my husband moved between my legs and easily entered me. He was so excited that he came after only a few strokes. After he moved off me I began to dress. I was tearful, both at being taken by Jim with my husband watching, and because I had responded so intensely to the thorough fucking I had experienced. I had words with Art over allowing this to happen, allowing Jim to take me unexpectedly, and the two of them working together to seduce me. But I had been satisfied like never before and I was still tingling, my body still flushed and trembling. I was so weak I was barely able to dress, and I was still tearful as I left them, and went to bed. Soon I heard Jim leaving, and Art came to our bedroom. After he got into bed I said, "I can't believe you let this happen without discussing it first, helping him seduce me and then giving your own wife to him, allowing him to fuck me. You really wanted that to happen, didn't you? You know I've always been faithful to you, but you weren't happy with just that. You wanted to watch your wife being fucked, and he did a good job of it. You like having Jim plant horns on hour head? I saw the look on your face when he was coming in me, shooting his sperm into me. He really serviced me and you were a willing participant. Maybe I'll let him do it again, or maybe you want another man to fuck me." Art said, "You really got into it! You really enjoyed it. I also saw the look on your face when you felt him cumming in you. I never thought that would happen, and yes, I did enjoy it, and I think we should do this again." Then I rolled over and went to sleep. We did do it again, and the memory kept coming back, remembering how I had been taken and used by our male friends, and I would feel myself moistening. When I saw Jim again, I would become flushed and embarrassed, reliving the scene. So our relationship with him gradually became more sexual and our sex has definitely become open. My husband found it a real turn-on and often talked about seeing me with a total stranger, although I wasn't sure that he'd find it so exciting if it really happened. I find young handsome men very exciting, and I often fantasized about being screwed by one. Not long ago, we went to a party and they'd hired a live band whose lead singer was the essence of a male for me. He was so handsome he would have walked away with any best looking male title. I couldn't take my eyes off him! He kept looking at me, and each time, I felt shivers running up and down my spine. I wasn't surprised to find that my panties were wet. My husband is an astute man and he doesn't miss a thing. I don't know how he persuaded the fellow to join us, but suddenly we were home and he was sitting in our family room drinking. My husband went to the kitchen and David pulled me against his chest and started to kiss me passionately. At first I was taken back, but soon I was returning his kiss fervently, even when I heard my husband come back into the room. The kiss led to intimate fondling and somehow I ended up naked with only my stockings and high heels on. I looked at my husband and he was sitting in a chair, rubbing his bulge, his eyes lustfully fixed on us. I realized that both our fantasies were about to come to life. As David and I kissed, my hand stroked his erect cock until it was real hard. And what a handful it was! For such a slim man, his cock was out of proportion, very thick and long, prominently veined, and with a bulbous head. He sat back on a chair, and pushing down on my shoulders, he made me kneel between his legs. I knew what he wanted and I longed to take that large head into my mouth, so without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around it. He sighed as my tongue explored the small hole. I looked at my husband to see how he was taking it, seeing his wife sucking a total stranger's cock. He looked in a daze, but his right hand was buried inside his open trousers and I could see that he was stroking his cock as his wife licked and sucked the big cock in her mouth. I suppose it must have been quite a shock to see one's wife kneeling at the feet of a man much younger than she, her full red lips stretched to the limit around his large prick. I curled my hand around the shaft as I continued to suck the head. My other hand was cradling my pussy, my fingertips gently flicking my already swollen labia. David slipped down in the chair and I was able to bob my head up and down his cock, taking more of his hard cock between my full lips. I was lost in a sea of lust, sucking, licking and nibbling on the cock inside my mouth, while driving my fingers deep inside my wet pussy, and my thumb teasing my clit. I heard Art urging me on to greater feats. It was so obscene that it freaked me out and I became even wilder. I took so much cock into my mouth that the head was lodged deep in my throat and I was still trying to get more in as I longed for him to cum in my mouth. I'd already had two preliminary orgasms, but as he tensed and my lips clasped his cock behind the head, I felt the hot spurts hit the back of my throat, and I came at the same time. I shook violently as my pussy muscles clenched my fingers. I was drinking spurt after spurt of semen, yet some still oozed out of the corners of my mouth. Later my husband said it was that sight that made him cum; another man's semen oozing out while his cock was still buried deep in my throat. We rested, talked and drank before once again I was kneeling before David to make his cock hard again. I licked it all over, my tongue running all over his balls and then up the length of his shaft to the swollen head. Soon his cock had regained its full splendor, and although I would have been happy to suck him off again, he wanted to fuck me. He sat on the edge of the chair and made me lower myself onto his up-standing cock. I knew that he had chosen that position so that my husband could see everything. He grabbed a buttock in each hand and helped me to lift myself up and down on his cock. I could see my husband's eyes glued to the sight of David's big tool glistening with my pussy juice each time it emerged from the depths of my cervix. He fucked me like that for a long time, and I had several orgasms before he lowered me to the carpet and moved between my thighs. My five-inch heels waved high in the air as he fucked me hard and fast. Again I came, more than once, as his cock plowed into me. My husband was beside us watching while he jerked on his stiff cock. David stopped and made me kneel on all fours. He knelt behind me and rammed his cock back into me, all the way to my belly-button it seemed. I felt and acted like a bitch in heat as the young man grabbed my hips and held them steady as he rammed his cock all the way to my cervix with great power. His cock brought me off once again. I thought he would fill my pussy with his juices, but just before coming, he pulled out and whipped me around so that I was facing him. A few strokes of his hand and his jism was splashing against my face. I opened my mouth and caught a few drops. David sat back on his heels looking satisfied and he said something to my husband. I got the biggest shock of my life when my husband knelt in front of me and wiped the stranger's cum from my face and shoved his fingers in my mouth. It was so lewd that I fingered my pussy and had another orgasm. We were exhausted and dragged ourselves upstairs. Again David said something to Art and I watched astonished as he headed for the spare bedroom while David and I ensconced ourselves in the big King sized bed. I did not get much sleep that night, the guy was insatiable and very inventive and made me do things I'd never dreamt of, but I loved everything. We didn't start out this way, but through role playing, fantasies, fantasy reading, etc., my husband and I both developed a fascination for other men (strange men) having sex with me and then my husband listening to my adventure and having sex with me afterwards. His most explicit fantasy is for me to dress slutty, heavy on the lipstick, and have sex with a stranger, then come right home for him to get on top of me and do all the same things before I clean up. My fantasy is to have sex with other men and to broaden my experiences with men, but it wouldn't matter quite as much as to the extreme of my dress. And so...On this particular summer evening in July of last year, my getting ready started in the same way. It was Friday night which is the best night for country dance lounge visits; crowded, standing room only, live music, dimly lit dance area, easy to share the spotlight with other women and girls who were dressed sexy too. I took a long, hot bath, and had discovered that I could increase my internal sexual heat by bringing to the tub a few printed out erotic stories that my husband has read in his men's magazines. Just browsing the stories! It was just this type of reading that my husband Art and I did in the beginning, which got our minds drifting off in this erotic direction in the first place. Yes, we also think many of the stories are fiction and male imagination, but some seemed more real and the sum total left us with the desire to experiment. If I were to dress as Art envisioned me to, I'd be almost naked in a tight fitting silk slip & high heels. So that evening, I wore a denim one-piece mini-dress, accented with a wide red leather belt, red heels, very red lipstick, nylons and a few pieces of costume country jewelry. Have I worn garters before? Yes, but usually on special occasions and with dresses that can carry it off well. May I say here that my language at home is pretty tame, but in this story, I'll describe things the way men are more accustomed; language different than I allow myself at work or home, near family or my grandkids. Art finds it very hard not to want sex with me during this preparation period, but we both want it delayed. Him: because when I get home and after an evening of anticipation, the moment will be more intense if he waits. Me: because although Art wants me as a used cum-filled woman, I want to present myself fresher to whomever I may meet later in the evening. I left the house around 9 p.m. and it took 20 minutes to get to the lounge of my choice. It's one that I'm comfortable with and my husband and I have both been to before. It took me another 10 minutes in the car, building up my courage to go inside. I was sexually very stimulated at being able to play with this extra-marital-sex lifestyle, but I was also on the reserved side in personality, and more submissive in nature. So dressing slutty in public and being reserved in private was like colliding worlds. I didn't calm down and relax until after about 10 minutes inside the lounge, and it helped to be dancing. As expected, it was crowded inside. The band was playing loudly and my eyes took awhile to adjust to the low lighting. I was immediately approached by a man who bought me a drink, and though I wasn't attracted to him, I took it and engaged in conversation just so I could keep busy for a bit. We even danced one number. I was feeling better now, and my eyes began to take in a wider perspective of the large crowd. I side stepped off by myself for a moment and a younger man (maybe 45 years) asked me to dance. He was quite handsome and well dressed. I did and we went for three dances, both slow and fast, and he was quite nice. He said his wife was off flirting and dancing with other guys. He's also quite horny and had enough to drink that he was looking very relaxed. I was getting a little aroused too and allowed him to hold me pretty firmly around the waist as we talked a while near the bar stools. It wasn't necessarily my desire to stay until the place closed, but to have a nice, hopefully exciting sexual experience, and then go home to my husband to finish up a very fulfilling evening for both of us. So even though this man had a lot to drink, I was considering him for what he might be capable of giving me in the way of raw sex and quick romance if we were to go off somewhere. But could he drive I wondered? I was having some doubts as to how this was going to work out. Fortunately I hadn't committed myself yet, and could still comfortably dash off to dance with another man from time to time, or make a trip to the restroom without this man getting upset. And after one of these quick trips to the restroom, a much younger guy named Scott approached me and asked to dance. We did and ended up dancing all the way until the band took a break. I suspected Scott was married, but he wasn't too revealing about his personal life as we talked, at least not the domestic part of his life. I admitted to him that I was married though, and he was only interested in whether my husband was also at the club that night. Once hearing that he wasn't, Scott maintained his flirtatious interest. He looked 8 or 10 years my junior maybe 40 or 42. I didn't ask and he didn't inquire much on this subject either. He had to know the obvious difference though but didn't seem to care. The band began another set and we were back on the dance floor. It was so crowded that couples were constantly brushing against each other, lightly bumping. I was strongly attracted to Scott, so it was an exciting feeling for him to draw me in close, with his arm around my waist. Mine were around his neck. As he let his hands roam down the sides of my dress and softly around my bottom, I was feeling relaxed and increasingly hot. I just let my body follow his as we moved slowly around the dance floor, and then I could feel his hard erection pushing from inside his pants, and against my abdomen. He was commenting on my perfume and the softness of my skin and the sexiness of my dress. His hands were starting to find a home on my ass and he pulled me closer to him; closer to his manly erection. I found myself helping him a little, though more subtly. As we danced slowly, Scott began to tell me that his wife was probably somewhere else on the dance floor being crushed up against another man's chest. When I responded to his comment that my husband encouraged me to go the lounge by myself and pickup men, Scott said he and his wife had an open-marriage also. I was having heated fantasies about the power of Scott's penis. It is an everlasting sensation I have about the impregnating nature of a man's cock. I imagined Scott's penis trying so hard to work its way to my pussy to impregnate me with his very potent sperm; to mate with my eggs and then leave me laying open legged on the floor somewhere, sperm laden and completely sated. It's just a reoccurring fantasy. A woman thing! When the dance ended, I excused myself for a moment to go to the restroom. I walked through the crowd, down the hall and before getting to the bathroom, found that the older man had followed me. He was still very nice, still very horny. Looking even older under the brighter lights, but that didn't make any difference to me really. There was still something attractive and adventurous about him. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me towards him. He wanted to dance some more and knew I was with the younger man right now, but he wasn't troublesome. Maybe that's why I felt comfortable with him. I was nice to him and permitted his hands to explore the material of my dress and take a quick liberty with my 34D breasts before I leaned forward and gave him a nice kiss on the lips and told him it would be great to talk with him again on another evening, but I had to leave for the moment. He was very cooperative; more so than some would have been. A nice person, but I wondered if he'd get home okay. In the restroom, I put on some more lipstick, then in a stall, I removed my pantyhose. I never insist on a condom, because Art's desire is to feel another man's cum inside of me when he pushes his own penis in to fuck his used wife. For some reason, Art really gets off when he has the sensation of poking me after being used by another man. I couldn't really understand why this turned him on so, but I enjoyed doing it for him. From a pay phone in the restroom, I made a quick call home. This was just a pre-arranged way of telling my husband that I had met someone, and that sex was in the cards that night. It gave him a confirmed sense of anticipation and that his reward would indeed come later. Back on the dance floor, Scott's roaming hands quickly reactivated the rock hardness in his crotch and I gave him a light kiss on the lips to make sure it didn't go away. After two more slow dances, he took me by the hand and led me outside to his truck, which was right out front. We drove to another parking spot in a more darkened area, but still among the hordes of other parked cars. What a wonderful make-out. In this semi-privacy, Scott kissed me and our tongues were soon probing each other's mouths. My husband has a fetish for me in lipstick, but often wipes his mouth after the first kiss. Scott was consuming me, and I liked it that way. He pulled down the elastic top of my dress; I wasn't wearing a bra, and for a gal of fifty, I can honestly say my breasts barely sag. The warmth and softness of his hands on my breasts as he cupped them, squeezed them, and pinched out the nipples so his mouth could softly clamp around them was extremely exciting. Then I revealed to Scott my sensual desire for him to cup his entire mouth over my tit and to suck as much in as he could, then move back and forth in a milking motion, stretching me out as far as he could and then back in. This is highly exciting to me and it drives me to new ecstasies as the sex foreplay goes on with a strange man. I grappled at his pants and Scott undid his belt, his zipper, and tried to slip off his Levis. He had to step outside the car briefly to get them off, and I saw another couple watching him as he stripped them off. Scott was wonderfully naked from the waist down in front of me, and his hard cock went right into my mouth as I bent over to welcome him back inside the truck. I also knew that the other couple could tell what I was now doing and that made me even more excited, and I felt his hot shaft slide past my lips for the first time. Scott's hands went back to my breasts, as I continued to suck on him. I could feel him pulling up my dress over my ass, and trying to push down my panties. We were both a little out of breath. I managed to tell him I might not have enough room in the truck to slide them off easily, but that I wanted to. He wanted me to get out of the truck and come over to his side, the darker side where the distant parking lot lights couldn't reach. So we both stood outside of the truck and I leaned against it with my back. Scott stood before me, and as I held up the hem of my dress to my waist, Scott gently pulled my panties down and off my ass. Brenda's Story Scott then slid my panties down, and before he rose back to his feet, his face buried between my legs and he started kissing me there. (I was glad that I hadn't let Art do anything before I went out that night.) I was leaning against the truck and actually had my left leg lifted slightly up and definitely out as Scott's tongue entered me and explored as far in as it could. My hand was at the back of his head, pulling him into me when I heard sounds coming for our left. I knew that our voyeur couple was now doing their own thing. I wished fleetingly that I could see what they were up to. But instead, I asked Scott to come up to me and kiss me. He stood up and embraced me; his cock was sticking out between my legs looking for a home. When it found it, Scott plunged in so fast and hard, that I winced a little then felt the truck jiggling behind me as he began to thrust in and out of me. I was feeling very much like a bitch in heat! Scott was verbal and descriptive but also respectful. Secretly I was fantasizing about him not being so respectful as he enjoyed sex with me, and in my own dream world, I was conjuring up his aggressive voice calling me his slut-bitch and that I was his whore. I casually glanced over into the dark and caught a glint of light as the car several yards away began a rhythmic jiggle. Then he turned me around and wanted to fuck me from behind. I gave into the desire. I could feel him position himself up against my anus, but I quickly readjusted him to my vagina and leaned out farther for him. He suddenly picked me up at the waist and set my feet down on the step rails of the truck. He entered me from behind, grunting with each thrust as he shoved deeper and deeper into our mutual passions. I was now in a good position to see what was going on with the other couple. I watched as a pretty young blonde woman was being taken from behind. She was watching me doing the same. I was momentarily amazed that we could see what was happening to each other. I felt an almost sisterly feeling toward her when Scott shocked me by saying it was his wife being fucked by another man. Now I really felt sisterly towards her. I was the first to climax as my hands were sprawled across the roof of the truck and Scott's hands went from holding on to my tits, to holding on to my hips, as he pumped back and forth harder and harder. Scott was also quick to cum, and I could sense it when he reached climax and he was ejaculating his cum inside of me. I knew when he had finished, but he didn't stop pumping me. He kept humping as long as he could keep it up, and I let him. I was probably feeling more pleasure than he was at this point, and I thought it a new experience that a man would not stop so suddenly after climaxing and emptying himself of his cum. My mind shifted to the other woman, Scott's wife, being taken by another man as Scott watched, knowing the man was filling his wife's pussy with a cock and spewing his creamy load inside her as Scott had done to me. The pulsing of Scott's erection and climax inside me caused me to wonder if this was what Art felt when he saw or knew that another man's cock was satisfying me and filling me with his semen. I wondered if all husbands secretly felt this way and that my husband was not some pervert or sex fiend. Apparently Scott's wife did this every week for him and they both enjoyed other people's bodies and body fluids. This was a new lifestyle and I found myself enjoying it! Scott continued pumping me and I continued to have orgasms, as I glanced over towards the other couple. I noticed that another man had joined them and Scott's wife was bent over and sucking off her temporary lover as the second man took her doggie-style. I figured Scott's wife enjoyed threesomes also! For awhile we could hardly move, I was breathing so hard. Then I turned around and we embraced and held each other. Scott really wanted to sit down, so we got back in the truck, but not before throwing some clothes on first. Inside we reclined the seats and talked for awhile, recuperating. I put some lipstick on, a little perfume, we touched some more and did some light petting and kissing. I felt his cock and it was soft, but I enjoyed looking at it and feeling it. He kissed me again and I exited his truck. I noticed that sometime during our final excitement the other group had left us. It was after 2 a.m. when I arrived back home, and as was customary, my husband was in bed, wide awake, waiting for me to come to him. I sat next to him on the edge of the bed. He asked if I'd done it, and of course I said yes. He also wanted to know if it was a good experience for me. I always reassure him that it was a great time and that I liked it. I then started to tell him about the evening as his hand went to my thigh and soon to my still sloppy pussy. He could feel the fullness of cum still sticking to the sides of my vagina and I rarely get far into the story before he has to get on top of me to penetrate this indecent receptacle of another man's cum. This is Art's moment, his fantasy comes true, the time when his wonderfully hard penis is surrounded by the warm stickiness of a strange man's cum. In bed with his promiscuous wife, still unwashed, still smelling the same as an hour earlier in the parking lot, still faithful to our marriage, still adventurous! Brenda W.